BBB ChatterThank you to everyone who listened to Hi I’m Remi – Part 1. If you want to and haven’t, you can find it here.
I’ve been speaking about my experiences being me and a mum pre and post baby.
My younger sister interviewed me and we explored topics such as my relationship, procrastination and finding time for myself after 11.
Its split it into two parts for easy listening this is part 2.
ALL feedback would be greatly appreciated and if you could, please excuse my growling baby.

This is my first of many day trips from London with Sanaa and our trusty pushchair a 2nd Gen Bugaboo Cameleon A.K.A The 4X4 and Sanaa is still in her bassinet.
Scrolling through Instagram as you do I saw an event in Surrey  for the day after and decided on a whim to go.
Just past Kingston there’s a quaint little village called Cobham. I’d heard of it on the train into uni many times but never actually been. I knew the risk of things going wrong such as getting lost or forgetting crucial baby gear (which by the way is worse), so as preparation I did a google search about it and where it was. Its best known for being the home of the Chelsea FC training ground and having lots of walking trails river side and woodland alike.
From Brixton to the Medicine Garden (in Cobham) I would need to take the tube a train and a taxi. Brixton and Vauxhall both have step free access platform to street. The trains were South West at both ends and the middle carriage of the train have a multipurpose space for pushchairs , wheelchairs and bicycles, there’s two in each in case you’re going with someone else.
 From Vauxhall I took a direct train to Guilford, 10.50 and 34 minutes later I got off at the tiny Cobham and Stoke d’Abernon station.
Here’s where it gets slightly tricky, in order to leave the station I needed to go up and down two flights of stairs as well as across a foot bridge, back to London the platform is next to the street and all flat. For around 2 minutes I thought about trying to lug the 4×4 up the stairs by myself then I saw a caretaker and I shamelessly asked him to help me. Bless him he just did it for me. Never underestimate the generosity of strangers and remember to smile.
Outside of the station is a local taxi firm I had already called them to make sure there was a car available that was also big enough but you can also turn up. The catch is I wasn’t in London and they didn’t card so much for averting the risks. After a bit of to and fro a guy in the taxi  office let me know there was a cashpoint nearby so off I went and by the time I got back the car was waiting. The drivers. were so lovely and helpful overall.
When I arrived at The Medicine Garden I immediately noticed how serene it felt and looked, it’s a walled garden and creative space. Boasting free entry they sell crafts, have an open air cinema, do fitness classes and have spa treatments. There’s something for everyone, the venue is so perfect for the summertime especially with two on site cafes you needn’t leave (I didn’t try anything but will next time). There are baby changing facilities in the loos. The event I went to was actually for mums its called Mothers Meeting and thank god they had blankets because I honestly didn’t even think of bringing one, even if there wasn’t a reason I’d visit these gardens again for sure.

pictures courtesy of The Medicine Garden

Sanaa and I went for lunch on the high street (I like saying that it makes me sound less of a loner haha) after we left it had all the usual shops and restaurants so we ended up in Pizza Express. Which was very quiet there were 3 tables including us, when does that happen at lunchtime in London ?!? The staff were professional, friendly and didn’t mind Sanaa’s enactment of a roaring lion.
The journey home we were both a bit knackered from our mini adventure. It’s safe to say I’ll be back Cobham for this city girl it was a great slice of suburban life.
NEXT STOP: Brighton
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BBB ChatterHaving a passion project is all very new to me and equally exciting.
Thank you for reading my ramblings and now you can hear them.
Ive been speaking about my experiences being me and a mum pre and post baby.
My younger sister interviewed me and we had a grand time and tried to remained focused (with our chatting it’s amazing).
Its split it into two parts for easy listening this is part 1.
ALL feedback would be greatly appreciated and if you could, please excuse my growling baby.

This means so much to me.
The day I found out I was pregnant I decided to stop relaxing (chemically straightening) my hair. Partially because it was damaged but mainly because I wanted my baby to see themselves in me. I wanted my baby to see beauty in themselves too, so whether or not I wear weaves, wigs or extensions they know mamas got what they’ve got.
I’ve not seen my afro in 7 years, I wasn’t sure it would be bouncy and big just as it was in childhood but here it is in all its curly glory. I felt dubious when leaving home today but as the day has gone on, I love it even more especially when Sanaa got her fingers all tangled exploring. By loving myself and finding comfort in my natural state I hope she will learn to do the same.

Last week I received my exam schedule and topics, along with my assignment deadlines which are in April. Yikes!
I’m going back to uni on Thursday after not being there for 6 months. The prospect of being the girl who got the whispers and looks to blending in has brought on a lot of feelings I didn’t expect.
It was a bit of a catalyst for me I’m still in complete mum mode mentally. My daughter also started teething last week bless her cotton socks and I’m not yet feeling like myself which unfortunately for me is so frustrating. Life is not as I thought it would be. I’m trying so hard to find myself again but right now I’m not sure where to start.
Its disorientating to feel like you know exactly who you are and not feel like yourself; four months in and wow I adore my daughter in a way I didn’t even know I was capable of. But times passing and my thought processes are highlighting my unbelonging. I tried to throw myself into meeting local mums and whilst they were welcoming I felt uncomfortable it wasn’t my club! I couldn’t identify with them.
I am a mum yes but I don’t feel like I’m a proper mum yet, I dont have suggestions for parenting techniques and nursery ofsted reports. The idea of the collective mumosphere (my name for the mothering world) is so daunting to me because I want to be a good mum, the best one, seasoned in knowledge. I believe I will be one too however it doesn’t happen overnight and that’s where I’m finding the glitch.
I told myself in order to be enough I must be immersed in this whole new life “happily”, put myself on an unofficial deadline to have all the answers and get it all right. But, just like the exams period at uni in life you need to prepare in order to pass. So instead of viewing my week as bad I choose to see it as starting blocks for better.